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Enslave His Omega Luna

Enslave His Omega Luna

Laughter bursts out and Lucius rubs his nose bridge. I should never have backed down when they required this and that from me. I should never have hidden Dahlia away thinking that’s protection. I am her best protection and I failed her. Lola freezes and Kayle rolls his eyes. They are NOT getting what they want from me. They got nothing over me. [Alpha,] Barke suddenly mindlinks me in a heavy voice, [Alpha, it’s Miss Dahlia. She...she is committing suicide...] [What?!] I put Barke’s mindlink request through, and through his eyes, I see Dahlia, curling up in the corner of a dark room, something pressed on her wrist.
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His Daisy

His Daisy

How on earth does black has so many shades? I gulp nervously, squinting my eyes to look at them carefully, they all look same to me. My eyes move from the card to her, she's staring at me like a hawk, waiting for my suggestion. I quickly point at the third shade, she turns the card to look at herself. Her brows scrunch together. You're dead Daisy. "Good choice flower girl" she says in approval, I sigh in relief, she shifts to eat the nail techs brain. Best of luck to her!
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Substitute Bride for the Mafia Don

Substitute Bride for the Mafia Don

I slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as I skidded to a stop in front of Ava's car. Seeing the abandoned vehicle sent a chill down my spine. I scanned the area for any sign of her, but there was nothing—just the car, sitting in the middle of the road as if it had been left in a hurry. I got out of the car, my shoes hitting the ground with determination, and approached the driver’s side. My breath caught when I spotted a single black dahlia on the seat. It felt foreboding, a symbol I recognized all too well. I reached for the door handle, my hand shaking slightly as I opened it. Ava's phone lay on the floor, shattered, the screen cracked into pieces.
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Black Rose

Black Rose

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.
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Black Mail

Black Mail

"One of the Mafia was arrested, the deaf guy. Once he was released and questioned back at the base, he said someone, a certain Becca, tried to force information out of him. Dan reacted on impulse when he heard the name, so he sent me to find out." "Let me guess. You plucked a single strand of my hair when you intentionally bumped into me, didn't you?" "Becca, I..." "I can't hear anymore of this." I said and walked past him. Something new to me. It was either I finish you off or let you live, only pain would be present to keep you company, clinging to you like a lost puppy. The smoke from our cars had ceased, the scene remaining in ruins. I decided on walking on the sidewalk along the old, sc
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The Malevolent Tribrid

The Malevolent Tribrid

For years they had been building the perfect plan,perfect day,perfect army,perfect weapon to kill the Tribrid. The weapon was a black stake inscribed with the their blood. Eli's, Liliana's, Mirabelle's and Beaumont's. And the perfect wielder of the weapon,Dahlia. Dahlia met with the Trios after Greece's death. She knew she would be no match against the Tribrid alone,hence,she formed an alliance with the Trios. "Pardon me for being late!. I had urgent work to attend to." Dahlia thumped on her sole humbly before taking a seat amongst the round table.
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THE BLACK ACE

THE BLACK ACE

I just want you to help me out with something. Hauwa "Oh.. Okay. Elizabeth" Come on.. Drop your hands. Hauwa did as I told her but she was still shaking with fear ; despite the AC in her office, her forehead was dripping with sweat. Elizabeth "Look, I'm looking for someone. Someone that you know very well. Hauwa" What's the person's name? Elizabeth " Lily.... your friend, the assassin. Hauwa's eyes opened widely as if she was in a cardiac arrest, She fixed her gaze on mine trying to figure out what my motive was.
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The Forbidden Daffodil

The Forbidden Daffodil

She was not exactly beautiful but something different with her brown doe-like eyes, slender legs, and pink lips. "Fuck. You are a real distraction." Greta murmured slowly once she got a full glimpse of Inaya. Inaya was a girl who could be envied easily and now she understood why David kept her in the dark. She is a perfect piece of prize possession. In the world of Mafias, getting mad over her won't be a big deal for any of those Alpha males. Greta walked towards Inaya who was looking at her with confusion plastered on her face. She met Carlos and eventually got to know his name. But this woman was known to her. She kept her lips sealed until Greta asked her the most obvious question.
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The Billionaire Who Ruined My Wedding

The Billionaire Who Ruined My Wedding

Marcus reacted first, dragging Mara left. Victor pulled Liora and Marianne behind the nearest stone pillar. A section of chapel wall behind the altar opened inward with a dry hidden mechanism. Not the main door. A narrow internal passage. Dahlia emerged again from darkness holding not one page now— but a thin black ledger. And behind her— another figure. Older. Thin. Male. White hair. Walking slowly with a cane. Alive. Far too alive for the name Cassandra whispered next. “No…” The man looked at the cemetery with tired eyes that had clearly expected this moment eventually.
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I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!!

I Married A Billionaire, Who Wanted Revenge!!!

Is it something bad? I pressed my ear to it, but nothing. After a while of staring at it, I finally decided to open it. However, what I found inside, rendered me speechless… Inside were black dahlias. Elegant and ominous at the same time, a black card was attached with it. ‘You refused my deal. Now watch how fast the world burns — Alexander Veyrek.’ My eyes stared, frozen at the flowers, dumbfounded and shocked. What the bloody—!?
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The story of the Black Dahlia is shrouded in mystery and darkness, and it captivates my imagination every time I dive into it. Elizabeth Short, known as the Black Dahlia, was an aspiring actress in the 1940s who became infamous after her brutal murder in Los Angeles in 1947. Her body was discovered in a vacant lot, and the circumstances surrounding her death were chilling. What makes it even more haunting is the postmortem photographs that circulated in the media, riddled with intrigue and sensationalism.

What stands out is how she became more than just a victim; she turned into a symbol of something deeper—a representation of the struggles faced by women in Hollywood and society, particularly during that era. There’s even an ironic twist, as her nickname came from a film noir, which reflects her tragic story and the era’s obsession with crime and glamor. When I think of Elizabeth Short, I also consider how her story has inspired countless novels, films, and even video games, creating a lasting legacy that speaks to our fascination with true crime. It fascinates me how the case remains unsolved, outliving all those who have tried to uncover the truth. Wouldn't it be intriguing if someone decided to explore the psychological aspects behind her life?

Every time I see someone mention the Black Dahlia, I can’t help but wonder about her aspirations and dreams. How would she have fit into the vibrant tapestry of post-war Los Angeles? Would she have become a star had her life not tragically ended? It’s a thought that mixes melancholy and intrigue, making her story forever written in the pages of true crime history.

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